So, my 16 year old self’s dream of seeing Brendon Urie in person has come true. On the 31st of January, Panic! At The Disco brought their Death Of A Bachelor Tour to Brisbane and I was there with my ‘dancing and jumping up and down’ shoes on.
I woke up that morning in my usual melancholy mood, until I remembered what day it was. I bounded out of bed at the speed of light (then stricken with a temporary dizzy spell) to start the looonnnng day waiting for 6pm to arrive. I filled my day with as much work as I could, keeping busy and distracted. It actually made me quite productive.
Finally 3pm arrived and I decided it was early enough to start getting ready. I rummaged through the plastic box under my bed filled with old band t-shirts, mostly from my emo phase, to uncover a Panic! one covered in dust. I worried it wouldn’t fit, but luckily it was still wearable due to my complete lack of growth since 16. It would appear that my neck is a little chubbier though, because it was seriously strangle-ly.
With makeup and hair done, I ventured into the sweltering heat of Brisbane’s January weather. Though a perfect stormless day for an outdoor concert, the temperature was 34 degrees Celsius at 4pm and humidity was a delicious 88%. Sweat-city! My makeup started to instantly melt off my face, making me yell “I’m melting!!!” Wizard Of Oz style, and my hair frizzed out like I’d been electrocuted.
Arriving at the venue to a line about 500 meters long, we were stuck in the sun’s direct beams of death. It made for thousands of irritable, but still totally excited, Generation Y and a couple of Z’s. Thankfully, the line started moving right on schedule at 6pm and shadows from the Botanical Garden’s trees took the edge off. The concert’s venue had been changed twice since the tour was announced, apparently because Brisbaneites were super keen. Beginning at a venue that would hold about 2,000, moving to a 5,000 capacity venue, to Riverstage where almost 10,000 of us could squeeze in.
I indulged in some Dip N Dots pre-show (combo of Cookies & Cream and Caramel Brownie), using the excuse of heat and required energy to justify the purchase. Water bottles were going to be needed for the definite intense dancing, but with port-a-loos the only option, I had to weigh up my options between hydration and stinky toilets.
The support act, Tiger Town, we super awesome for a few reasons:
- They were really good
- They’re an Aussie band
- It was a chick singer!
I’d never heard of them before, but I’m a fan now. The crowd seemed to really know them though so it was super cool to hear them singing along to their songs. I’m on my way to buy their EP now.
With the venue now almost completely full and not a blade of grass still visible, we made our way as close as we could to the stage without being stuck in the mosh-pit, which I hate with a passion for these reasons:
- It’s too damn hot
- I don’t like people smooshing their sweat against me
- I always end up with the tallest person in history in front of me
- You can’t move enough for optimal dance movement
The sun had finally set, now almost 8pm. Stage hands were frantically working to prepare the stage when someone, I assume a manager of some kind, walked on stage with a microphone. My stomach dropped. I went into – ironically – panic mode thinking the concert was cancelled, but he told the entire crowd to take a step back because the front few rows were literally being crushed. Another reason why mosh-pits suck. Maybe my mosh-pit hate makes me uncool, but if you’d seen my dorky dance moves when Brendon Urie walked on stage, that would make you think I’m uncool.
Opening with “Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time”, the crowd went nuts. Peanut, cashew, pecan, pine, Brazil, almond – the whole shebang. I went the nuttiest of the nuts, whichever one that might be. The whole setlist was exactly what I thought it should be. I could’ve easily looked up the setlist before hand, but held myself back, just like I do every time I walk past a Movenpick Ice Cream kiosk. The crowd sing-a-longs to ‘I Write Sins Not Tragedies’ was absolutely epic – Brendon didn’t even sing – and the chorus “Woahs” of The Ballad Of Mona Lisa” were deafening in the best way.
My hands and hair were in the air like they did not care for the entire hour and a half-ish show, my head engaging in some banging with every dramatic snare to crash hit. I could see people looking at me strangely, but I wasn’t deterred – if anything I danced harder. I’ve learnt in my “old age” to embrace my weird. The sound of ‘LA Devotee’s drums sent me into a total tizzy. My second favourite song from Death Of A Bachelor, I never thought they’d play it so my body uncontrollably ran on the spot with a high pitched scream that made a few bystanders block their ears. Pretty much every song had a similar effect, even their cover of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. When ‘Victorious’ started, I knew the show was over and it was like my heart was breaking (so dramatic, I know). As confetti flew through the air and I jumped around trying to catch one, I realised I’d forgotten how live music makes me feel completely alive – almost to the level Disneyland does. I managed to get my hands on a gold streamer shot out in the intro, which I’m now displaying in my room proudly.
I walked away with sweat pouring down my face and body and a completely hoarse voice from sing-shouting every lyric. I knew I’d know every song, but even I was impressed with my knowledge of 100% of the lyrics. My throat was not as impressed though.
I fell completely back in love with music that night.
Chat soon, Chels ❤
Watch my vlog of my Panic! day here: